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Good Fences

By: pleasuremodeloneten



Glimpsing a flash of color from the corner of my eye, I pulled my chainsaw up and out of the cut. Letting it idle down, I turned and spied my neighbor sitting on a 4-wheeler, just on her side of the fence. She smiled slightly, giving a small wave. Inclining my head and smiling back, I killed the saw and set it down. Wondering how long she had been sitting there, I unbuckled my chaps and ambled over. 

In the five years I've owned this property, I had never met her or her husband face to face. As it sits about a half-mile from my house, the closest I had come to meeting them was waving as they drove by on their thrice-weekly way to church, or passing them enroute, me usually on a 4-wheeler or the old Massey 135. They always waved back as we passed, sitting in their little car with the windows rolled up even in summertime. Sometimes she'd pass me, driving alone, in what I assumed was her Toyota 4 wheel drive pickup- again a wave and a smile. 

Speculating, as men will, that meeting a member of the opposite sex on a beautiful mid-October afternoon in an isolated woods held certain possibilities, I was suddenly aware that my tee-shirt was soaked with sweat and clinging to me in every uncomfortable way possible. Always a gentleman, albeit a somewhat rough-looking bearded one covered in wood chips, I tried not to stand upwind of her but a light breeze was blowing right at my back. She either didn't notice or didn't mind, or was just too polite to move to the side.

Thrusting my hand out, reaching over what remained of a barbed wire fence, I introduced myself, "Mrs. Wheatley, I'm Ben Davidson- it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Looking at her, I guessed her to be about fifty-three, eight years my senior. She was long and thin, with that almost gaunt Scottish face that is so common in the Appalachias. Brown, naturally curly hair hung just to her shoulder, lightly sprinkled with gray. Her eyes were a nice nut brown in color, looking out from under a pair of thick dark eyebrows. It was her lips, however, looking slightly incongruous in such a thin face, that took me by surprise; tucked under her straight nose were a pair of full red lips that looked like they had been cut out of a picture of Renee Zellweger. They made her ordinary face something else entirely- I wondered if in the distant past some warm-blooded Neapolitan had sailed into one of her cold Scottish mothers. 

As I stared for just a second too long, suddenly wanting to place my lips on her luscious ones, she smiled, saying nonchalantly, "Oh, just call me Ann". As we began talking, she got off the 4-wheeler to stand just across from me. Standing about 5'6", dressed in boots, jeans and a short sleeve button down checked shirt, I could make out a set of nice hips tapering to a trim waist, square shoulders above an almost flat chest. As our conversation flowed this way and that, first about the weather, then the neighbors, then how hard would the winter be, I surmised that what had brought her out here had been the sound of my chainsaw so close to the property line. She confirmed my suspicions, saying someone had been cutting firewood on them down at the southern end of their property. Wondering for safety's sake why it had been her and not her husband coming out to check, I said jokingly, "Wouldn't it be better to send Mike out to confront a timber thief?"

Wishing I could retract my words as her face dropped, she said quietly, "Michael is ...away". 

Something in her tone made me ask, "Is he okay?". 

"Oh", she replied absently, not quite looking at me now,"he's just not at home".

Sensing a deeper issue, in an out-of-character move for me I decided to not put my foot any farther in my mouth, and let it drop. Looking at the sky and noticing how far the sun had moved, I remembered I still had a lot of cutting to do, as well as a truck to load. 

Glancing up and then looking back at me, she said "The days sure don't last long this time of year. You'll be cutting in the dark if I keep you any longer". Reluctantly agreeing, with a few more words I turned away as she straddled the 4-wheeler. 

Putting my chaps back on and firing up the saw, I got back to it. Turning my head, I was surprised to see her still sitting there, looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Startled, she nodded, then drove off. Wondering at life's chance encounters, I mentally pulled my thoughts away from her naked body to concentrate on not cutting my leg off. Men are such PIGS, or so I've been told.

Half an hour later, having run three tankfuls of gas that day through the saw, it was time to pack it in. Shirt again soaked, I peeled it off and hung it on the side of the truck. Clad only in jeans and deciding to fortify myself with an essential food group before commencing the backbreaking labor of loading the truck, I grabbed my cooler and headed for an old line tree stump. 

Thanking the fermentation gods for hops and thanking Sierra Nevada for putting them to really good use, I treated myself to my first healthy slug. The first sip is always the best, although the ones that follow it aren't too bad either. Quickly finishing my first beer and in imminent danger of sucking down a second, I was reaching for the cooler when, in the still afternoon air, I heard the loud snap of a breaking branch. 

Whirling around, thinking improbable thoughts of a bear or coyotes, I saw nothing. Stepping over the fence and walking quickly, I covered fifty feet and came to a stop next to a massive black oak tree. At first still seeing nothing, I looked again and spotted her 4-wheeler, partially hidden behind multi-flora rose in a stand of jack pine, about forty yards away. Fearing the worst, my adrenalin rising, I took two long strides..... and stopped.

Turning my head, and then my body, I saw her, trying to melt into that enormous tree. With her head just above the crotch of that oak and her hands frozen in the act of stuffing her shirt into her pants, I realized with a powerful jolt just what she had been up to. Standing there with a desperate "deer in the headlights" look in her eyes, she didn't have a chance to move before I was on her. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and pushing her back against the tree, my reflexes and adrenalin completely overriding my good sense, I mashed my lips to hers. As she squealed and grunted in protest, lips rigidly locked, I felt her hands on my chest attempting to push me away. Grasping her wrists, before she could fathom my intention I pulled her arms downward, sucking in my stomach and sliding her hands inside my jeans, pressing them against both sides of my rapidly hardening cock. She gasped, giving my tongue an opening. 

Holding her unyielding hands firmly against my manhood, my lips still on hers, her head was pushed back into that split tree, rendering her immobile. Taking a deep breath and coming slightly to my senses, I realized I could push her no further; that this was closer to rape than I ever thought I could be. 

In the split second before I moved away from her and began trying to make an absolutely impossible apology, her tongue betrayed her. Involuntarily responding and entwining with mine, I felt her hands suddenly grip my cock and begin clumsily fumbling with it. As her body relaxed and we melded together, I stepped back slightly pulling her forward with me. Feeling her fingers unbutton and unzip me, then reach in to grasp me fully, she began stroking, her tongue now moving urgently with mine. Inflamed, I tore open her shirt, sending buttons flying. Stepping back, I pulled it off her shoulders; pulling up on her undershirt, I forced it over her head and off of her arms. Not giving her a chance to stop me, I unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and twisted it tight behind her, pulling her arms back and against each other. Holding her so, not allowing her arms to come free, I gazed down in lust at her small, outthrust tits. Pointy little nipples surrounded by dark red quarter size aurolae, a tell tale red flush now evident under her neck, extending nearly from shoulder to shoulder. Breathing rapidly, her chest heaving and eyes wide, I caught the slight aroma of her arousal.

Leaning down, I took a nipple in my mouth, gently sucking and teasing. Releasing her arms, I felt her hands engaged again in my waist band, than strongly gripping and fondling. Sighing, she allowed me to unbuckle her jeans; I placed my hand against her, feeling her warmth and wetness. Slipping a finger inside of her, she moaned and moved her hips against my hand. Pulling out and rubbing my finger across my lips, tasting her strong flavor for the first time, she watched me with a shocked expression as I slowly sucked her juices off of my finger. I quickly stooped down and unlaced both her boots and mine. As I held her boots one at a time, she lifted her feet and stepped out of them. Standing, I shed mine then again knelt, slowly shrugging her pants down over her waist, then to the knees and to the ground; quickly followed by her underwear, which gratifyingly, had a nice dark spot in the front. Pressed to my nose, it released a warm dark scent. 

As she stood in her stocking feet, knees pressed demurely together, I rocked back and surveyed my prize. Slender strong-looking legs and muscular thighs led up to a flat stomach- under her plain clothing was hidden a very well kept body. Refocusing, I gazed intently for the first time on her waiting pussy, seeing long protruding lips that appeared to be glistening in the fading light. Gently parting her legs and pressing my face up and into her moist pussy hairs, one by one I sucked and pulled on those long lips. Feeling her body jerk, she let out a small yelp and said, "Oh, I've never..."; than she stopped talking and placed both hands on my head, pulling me hard against her. Licking up and down her juicy slit, I knelt under her with head sharply upturned, gripping her from behind with both hands and feverishly tongue fucking that soft compliant puss as she just as feverishly fucked her body against my head. I love the flavor and feel of pussy juices and Ann's was one of the juiciest I have ever experienced. I have been unfavorably compared to a dog, but I can't help it- I roll and lick and coat my face, cheeks, chest, beard, whatever's available; if I could suck in a woman's entire puss, nay, her whole body, and feel her intense orgasm inside me I would. Obviously impossible, I thoroughly enjoy what I can reach; in Ann's case it seemed to be having a strong effect as with a strong bucking and a low rising moan, she released a sudden gush of juices into my waiting mouth. As I rolled my beard around in her matted pussy hairs, licking and sucking wildly as she grunted and gripped my head I basked warmly in the knowledge that I had given her her first oral cum. 

Standing, I shed my own jeans. Eyes locked on each others, she placed her hands on me, then gently pulled me to her waiting slit. As she looked at me with glazed eyes, I placed my mouth over hers, allowing her to taste her own abundant pussy juice. Hungrily she sucked on my lips and tongue, giving me the impetus for my next unplanned move. Breaking the kiss, I slowly rubbed my entire face over hers, luxuriantly coating her as she stood unprotesting. Perhaps I really am a dog- whatever, I just know that with the exception of the nether regions, I revel in the sharing of all bodily fluids with a woman who shares in the same desire. 

As she rubbed my cockhead against her lovely little puss and unbelievably sucked on my beard, I slowly pushed myself into her. Slowly embedding my eight inch cock into her warm slippery body, both of us looking unblinking into each other's intense eyes, I stopped fully into her. Just holding her and lowering my lips to kiss her again, our kiss deepened. Gradually pulling my cock out until the head was just inside her, I just as gradually pushed back in. Slowly and erotically fucking this woman, her back still against the tree, I marveled at the tightness of her pussy. Lowering her head to watch, she moaned quietly as she watched her pussy lips move in and out with my thrusting. Feeling her legs buckle, I saw her creamy foam coating me and knew that she had come again.

Lowering myself to the ground, in a kneeling position, with her kneeling on top of me, I achieved the deepest possible penetration, feeling my cockhead pressing against her cervix. As we both gazed down in wonder at the sight of me fully penetrating her, I again began moving fully in and out of her, exposing my creamy cock to her for a long second before plunging back in. Feeling the inevitable estatic approach, with a long groan I began unleashing spurt after spurt of cum deep into her clenching pussy. As she held me tightly and squealed softly in my ear, I continued to thrust into her, feeling her body spasm once again. 

Arms wrapped around each other, loving the feel of her head on my shoulder and her warm buttocks on my thighs, I resolved to take further advantage of Michael Wheatley's "being away".

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors



I didn't know Bill that well, even though Julie and I had moved in next door just after our wedding two years ago. It was one of those suburban realities that we would see him every now and then, tending his garden, tinkering under the hood of his old convertible Mustang, but beside a brief introduction when we moved in and a brief hello every now and then, our paths never really crossed. He was forty years older than us, a nice enough man, but we had nothing in common.

We finally had saved enough money to build the privacy fence that Julie always wanted, and it seemed to increase the distance even farther between us and our amicable neighbor. My wife didn't want the fence to protect us from his eyes; it was the rental property neighbors on the other side of our house with barking dogs and loud friends. My young wife was a quiet person who liked her seclusion, and the eight foot wooden fence made her feel secure enough to lay out back in her swimsuit and read or talk on the phone or even write stories on her laptop when the weather was nice. Since we live in Florida, she's out back a lot.

I had borrowed a pipe wrench from our neighbor a couple of weeks earlier and finally got around to returning it. I figured he was home because the Mustang was out front and the garage door was open. My wife was in the back yard in her swimsuit, lying face down on a wooden deck chair, folded flat. She was reading a romance paperback, one of the paranormal romance types she likes so much, with women being ravished by werewolves and vampires.

I walked across the front lawn to Bill's open garage. The space in his yard between our fence and his garage was covered with a dense hedge of areca palms...by building our privacy fence we actually did a better job of secluding his yard, full of mature plantings, than ours. 

Bill had a standard Florida garage...meaning that he used it as an extra living room when the weather was nice. He had a couch and a TV, and a fridge full of beer. I stepped in and looked around. Unlike my garage he kept everything so neat. I didn't see him, but I saw exactly the spot where the wrench belonged, on a pegboard on the outside wall, just next to the side door, which faced our yard, and stood propped open by a concrete lawn gnome that prevented it from accidentally swinging closed in the gentle afternoon breeze.

I figured Bill was inside, maybe taking a nap. I don't know why I figured older guys took naps all the time, but I did. I went to hang the wrench in its spot on the wall and just before I turned away to go home, a movement on our neighbor's side of the privacy fence caught my eye. 

I peeked out in the direction of the movement and there was our neighbor, his back to me, crouched with his face pressed against a gap in the boards of our fence. His shorts were around his ankles, and the movement I had seen was him stroking his cock as he watched my wife sunbathing.

I suppose I should have been shocked, or offended, but instead my heart pounded with curiosity and excitement. Curiosity because I had never seen another man masturbate before, much less with my wife as the object of his lust. And my own cock stiffened quickly with the imagination of what he was seeing, what was going through his mind, imagining her body, covered as it was with only the thin layer of white clingy fabric of her one piece suit. The view he had couldn't have been more than a yard or two from the foot of her chair. If her legs were still slightly spread, as they had been when I last checked in on her, he should have been able to see the crotch panel of her suit pulled tight over the close trimmed mound of her blonde pubes, with the slightest hint of the swell and cleft of her puffy pussy lips beneath. Maybe a couple of hairs peeked out the sides of the panel. That always drove me crazy with desire for her, the telltale signs of a mature sexual woman carelessly exposed to public view.

I froze for a moment. I wanted to be in two places at once...staying here to watch as he slowly pleasured himself, and in my own backyard exposing my wife to my neighbor's fevered gaze. The temptation to put on an even better show of my wife's sexy body was simply too great. I didn't know what I was going to do, what I could get away with, but I needed to try. This opportunity might never happen again.

I carefully placed the pipe wrench in its place on the pegboard and returned quietly to my house. Looking out the kitchen window I could see her, still lying on her stomach. If anything, her legs were slightly wider spread. I studied the fence carefully to figure out if he was still there, and given that I now knew where to look, I thought I detected his presence. He was closer than I originally thought. If it weren't for the fence, he would have been able to reach out and tickle her bare feet. 

I had to reposition my own growing member as I quickly hatched a plan. I couldn't let my wife detect an obvious hard-on as I approached, for fear of tipping her off to my intentions. Pouring an iced tea into a covered tumbler and inserting a straw, I walked out into the backyard next to her, careful not to glance at the fence and just as careful not to block his view.

"Here honey. Good book?" She squinted up at me over the top of her sunglasses as I offered her the iced tea. As I had hoped, the lid and the straw meant that she didn't need to roll over to drink. I wanted her to stay on her stomach, comfortable and relaxed.

"Thanks, babe. It's okay, right in the middle of a good vampire se scene right now." She propped herself up just enough so that I got a quick peek between her perfect C-cups, a bead of sweat dripping down her cleavage. 

I picked up the lotion from the table next to her chair. "Let me refresh your sunblock, okay gorgeous? Don't want that perfect skin to get burned." She smiled and laid the book down, stretching herself out to be accessible. I kneeled at the head of the sturdy wooden chair and poured a handful of the thick white lotion across my fingertips, musing about how similar the warm liquid felt to the substance I was hoping to tease from my lustful neighbor. I smoothed it over her neck, and the part of her shoulders that was exposed by her rather modest suit.

"Mmmm, you have good hands, sweets." 

I coated her arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Let me get your legs, Julie. You can get back to your book." I moved down next to the foot of her chair, making sure our neighbor still had a good view. Starting with the graceful foot on the side opposite me, I sensuously and slowly applied the lotion, being careful not to tickle. Julie loved having me pay attention to her pretty feet, and made yummy contented noises as I made sure every one of her toes were protected from the harsh sun.

I worked my slippery hands up her shapely ankle, to her knee and then slowly up her thigh. She was engrossed in her book as my hands drifted closer and closer to the thin panel of fabric that covered her precious parts. She sighed deeply as my fingers traced the edge of the suit. 

I noticed that a few blonde hairs had in fact escaped the elastic, which looked a little ragged, as the suit was several years old. My stiff shaft throbbed at the thought that Bill might be able to see them too. 

Then I started on the foot closer to me, giving it the same careful, loving treatment I gave the other, while stretching her leg gently toward me. By the time I was working the warm lotion into her calf, I had coaxed her leg off the chaise, supporting it as I massaged her long graceful limb. She purred in satisfaction as I massaged my way up her thigh, toward her feminine treasure.

This time, with her legs spread wider, there was a little gap in her valley between the elastic and her sensitive flesh. I could just make out the edge of her tangle of blonde pubic hair through the opening. I was glad that the elastic was so relaxed after years of wear as her favorite swimsuit. I made a mental note to take my gorgeous wife shopping for new swimwear, hoping she would agree to a skimpy bikini now that we had a private back yard.

I slowly made my move toward the enticing gap, anticipating her swatting my hand away just as I got close. She was always intensely modest, not liking public displays of affection. But I suppose she felt like the privacy fence created a seclusion that sheltered her, because as tip of my middle finger ventured under the material to make contact with the soft warmth of her puffy outer lips, she simply moaned in pleasure.

My strongest desire at that moment was to take the fabric between my fingertips and pull it aside, fully exposing Julie's beautiful pussy to Bill's lustful gaze. But I restrained myself, afraid that if I pushed my shy wife too far, she would stop me and I'd lose all the ground I had surprisingly gained.

Instead I slid another finger under the fabric, without pushing the covering aside. The tip of my middle finger grazed past her outer labia and touched the crinkled inner lips, moist and hot from the stimulation of the warm lotion massage. She gasped, but didn't stop me, focusing instead on the paranormal sex scene being described in her book. She moved her other leg a little farther from me, making my access easier.

My middle finger parted her entrance and slipped inside as my pinkie sought out her little, sensitive nub. Julie arched her hips slightly, and my finger slipped deeper inside. She reached out without looking as she concentrated on the written words in front of her, and found the towel that she used to daub her face in the hot Florida sun. Without missing a phrase of the sexy ritual virgin sacrifice happening in the dark dungeon of a Romanian castle, she slipped the cushion of the cloth into her mouth and bit down.

My pinkie found its mark on her clit and my index finger probed her wet sex. Julie moaned louder, but the moan was now muffled by the towel. Still I left the covering of the opaque fabric of the swimsuit in place as I lovingly probed her dripping opening. It was exciting enough to know that he could see her squirming at the end of my fingers and hear her gagged groans of pleasure.

I turned my hand under the stretchy fabric so that I could curl my fingertip against the secret pleasure spot inside her increasingly lubricated tunnel. My thumb replaced my pinkie on her clit and she pushed herself against me. Normally nearly silent in her orgasms, the combination of the sensual massage, the forbidden outdoor location, and the sex scene she was reading in the romance novel seemed to quickly push her past her normal limits of discretion. Her graceful foot sought out my lap and slid deftly up the leg of my shorts as she wiggled under my erotic touch, her toes making contact with my steel-ahrd stiffness just as she pushed over the edge.

"Oohhhh, fuck," she let the towel drop out of her mouth and gasped loudly. My darling bride was possessed. She never swore and she was intensely shy and here she was in our open back yard crying out in desire as I fingered her to a quacking orgasm. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes yes," she cried out as she came, her toes clenching and flexing on my throbbing erection. I nearly lost my own load in my shorts, but in her thrashing her foot slipped out and saved me just before my peak.

Finally she collapsed like a limp rag on the sturdy wooden chaise, her limbs sprawled. Suddenly she blushed and whispers, "Oh my god, you don't think anyone heard?"

"No, I'm sure no one heard," I lied without blinking. "That's why we got the fence, right? Anyway, you were still pretty quiet." I really hoped she didn't catch that blatant lie. She was anything but quiet, but her performance was so fucking hot I wanted her to feel free to repeat it. I hoped out neighbor appreciated the unprecedented show he saw. I was trembling with the realization that he had just watched my modest bride break through a barrier I had believed inviolable.

She smiled at me carnivorously as she rolled on her side and pushed her sunglasses down so I could see the look of lust in her clear blue eyes. "I need you inside me. Are you still hard?" Her gaze went down to the tent in my shorts and answered her question before I could. "Yummy...get inside and strip!"

She didn't have to say it twice. I grabbed her hand and hustled the two of us into our bedroom. By the time we got to the foot of our bed my shorts and boxers were already to my ankles, revealing the stiff curve of my erection. Her swimsuit was peeled down to her hips, revealing her perfect, firm B-cup breasts. I pushed her back on the bed and practically tore the swimsuit off, revealing her still open flower of pink on the background of pale and blonde. I started to kneel between her legs, I wanted to feast on that glorious nectar before I impaled her, but she had other ideas.

"No, put it in, now!" she hissed urgently, grabbing my ear and leading me up on top of her. By the time my lips reached hers, and my tongue slip into her mouth, tangling and tasting with hers, the shiny tip of my cock was pressed against her slippery opening.

I tilted myself into her, just the tip at first, I was intending to tease her and slowly slide in, worried that I wouldn't last very long, given the intensity of the erotic adventure we just had. But she plowed right through another of her own boundaries she rolled her hips upward and planted her heels against my ass, clamping me against her and driving me deep in a single hot, wet thrust.

"Fuck me, motherfucker!" she growled in desire. I felt her fingernails graze gently my shoulders as I ground myself into her, pressing the ridge of my pubic bone against her body and feeling the tip of my cock flick sideways across the muscle of her cervix. I flicked it back in the other direction and that was all it took. She arched against me, grinding her clit against the base of my cock and gasping hoarsely in pleasure as her second orgasm began to overtake her. I groaned as my own seed jetted out of my roiling balls and saturated her womb.

"Oh god...I can...feel...you...cum!" she blurted out as I filled her with my cream. Her fingers tensed and her nails dug into my shoulders, the pain at first distracting but then sending another shudder of orgasm through my body, and another load of semen into her belly.

As we lay next on our big bed and held each other tenderly, with my still hard shaft resting inside her, I trembled in the afterglow of our unexpected adventure. Brushing her long hair out of her face with my fingers and gently kissing her cheeks, her barely parted lips, the bridge of her nose, I whispered to my bride, "You are so gorgeous, so perfect for me. I love you so much."

"I don't know what came over me, baby. I didn't hurt you, did I?" The gouges in my shoulders stung a bit, and I thought I might have felt a bit of blood, but it was nothing compared to the enormous warmth of satisfaction that filled me.

"I loved it, Julie. You're amazing." I kissed her forehead and we both drifted off into the reverie of an afternoon post-coital slumber. Inside her at that moment another magical event was happening, as one of my little swimmers was finding his way to my lover's waiting egg, and conceiving our first child.